Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1887-02-16

Won. The train will be sent out this morn
ing. Supt. B. B~lickensderfer has q large
force OF men in the canyon now, and il
there personally to see that the road Is
kept open hereafter.
A DwARF's LOVE.
How Q Deforned Minister Won . Wife.
It was Sunday evening, and through the
th:ckIy gathering twilight Randall Williams
looked forth from his study window, across
bis garden, the village paths, the clustering
cottages, to fix his large melancholy eyes
upon the church spire. The sun was set
ting, flooding the village with golden light.
and there was no fairer face illuminated by
the a y than that OF the young minister
of Blyewood, Randall Williams. Waving
brown hair shaded his broad, fair brow,
and his features were delicate as those OF 3
woman. There was sorrow, a deep longing
look in his eyes, but it wat not remorseful;
nothing fingered in the expression to mar
the eaintlike purity OF his face.
"Dreaming in the twilight, Randan?"
The voice reused him and he held out his
hand, as he turned, with a ready smile, to
greet his sister. q tall fair woman, some fill
teen years his senior.
what is it?" she asked softly, for. with
the quick perception of a loving heart. she
saw that his reverie had been a painful
one.
"What is ii? What Anna?"
what is it that has changed you, Ran
dali? Sorrow you have had to bear, sor-
row and pain from you early childhood.
and nobly you have borne it. None know
that better thar I, who have had all your
love since our parents died. But hat was
a settled pain, q patiently borne burden
Now, Randall, something new troubles you
l have marked the change for months past
You are restless. paler han usual, and now
for " weeks past has increased to an ex-
tent that alarmed me. l have waited,
brother. for you confidence. Tell me now,
| what is this cloud"
He sat silent. the pale features working
with pain, the delicate fingers nervously
clutching the arms of his chair, and his
whole frame nerving itself for composure.
She watched him with wistful eyes-eyes
that had rested on his face through his
twenty-five years OF life. to nee ever a low
ing, frank glance. and now saw the face she
loved averted from her.
Randall" it was a tone ofsuch pleading
pain that it broke down all of his r. serve.
ANNA! Anna! why will you force me to
tell you? have been a fool; I love, oh
how deeply l cannot tell even you. Icould
have buried it away in my own heart, but
she is dying-my love!
"Dying! Ella Graham?"
"No; but there is no other dying woman
in the village. My poor brother!'
II have tried to conquer it! he said, bit
terly. II knew well how absurd it was to !
expect any on to love me-
Randall I love you'll
With a sisters love, pure and true; I have
proved it, Anna; you are accustomed to
it. But is not this a figure for a lover?"
He stood erect as he spoke, and Annals
tears rose IS she marke I the face of dis |
pair; the figure that accounted for it.
Every Joint seemed twisted; the whole form
eaned to one side, while the lid-matched |
and ems :iated frame made the man
dwarfed in size. 1t was an angels face
on the frame OF a Caliban!
Randall does she know"
"Know?" he cried. "She know! No. An
ma! l could not see her shrink. and shud-
der at sight of me! She sees in me only her
parson, her friend; as such I believe she
likes and trusts me. Never speak of it.
how can you?-she is dying!!" aid with a
cry OF anguish Randall sank back into his
seat again.
There was nc word for a sorrow like this.
Williams knew well that an at
of typhoid fever had Frustrated her
friend and S~auday-scool scholar Ella
AUH tbHu CudC CO'OdV 1tAuQau ODereO, l
by her fathers request, the prayer for the
dying! She took the fair head in her own
softly carressed him, seeking with
mute sympathy to comfort him.
Ihe same setting sun with it's golden /
light Hooded another scene, and here too
With pain and sorrow. In a large room,
with cool mating and soft white
a groop stood sadly around the
bed OF a fair girl, whose soulseemed so soon
about to leave it's earthly tenement. She
half raised by pillows, her eyes closed,
Ter breathing faint, her long, fair curls ~
ng in carlefs profusion round her pale.
lovely face. Her parents, and her two
manly brothers, in silent grief watched
her bed, while beside her the doctor
.ept his keen eyes fxed upon her face,
suddenly she opened her large blue eyes.
ull OF light. :
"Mother!"
Yes darling"
II want to sec the minister-before 1 dieI
now Mother-may I see him alone?"
Before the sentence was finished her
had started to comply with her re.
uest. She smiled as she saw him leayel
he room, and then the white lids fell wear.
y over the blue eyes again.
1t was but q few steps from the house
here the dying girl lay to the parsonage;
nd the footsteps Of Leon Graham had
'arcely died away before they were heard
'turning moving slowly to keep pace with
le limp OF the clergyman. Up the broad
;aircase to the sick-room, and then all
softly, and Randall Williams was =
one with his love and his sorrow. ]
Ella lay quiet, her eyes fixed on thedoor.
1tll 1T closed after her mother, who was
le last to leave the room. Then she raised
r hand to hold it out to the young min n
He came to her side. Every out
ard sign OF emotion he had stilled for the y
OF the duty for which he be-
wed he had been called there. to pray for
dying p%arishioner. Not one trace of his
bent over her to catch the low words D.
o uttered. DU
They tell me 1 am dying, she whispered,
md l will confess to you the only pecret
my life. Ny shame, had 1 lived, for"-
I'd a faint flush rose to her pale cheek, II
re where my love has been unsoueht.
she, dwelt a moment on the word.
as been much with me. and from him I'll
st learned to look upon life as morethan as
gay holiday. 1t is from this teaching I me
.rned to face calmly this-my dying hour. H.
| tell him now, will he scorn me? Ran. E
you not guess-do you know
I love vou?"
Me? Deformed! dwarfsh! hideousw
rst from his lips. III
Not So! If God has sent af1iction, has
not granted patience? # He has made
boey to suffer: has not He beautifed,
the soul?" .
mo seeing his great love, his Joy even in
of last parting, in his expressive -
e. she whispered again.
Oh! Randall, do not speak of your cross
me, as il it could faint my love-, / am
ng, but remember, l say, Randall, l love -
he tim past away quickly, for. in his ioy.
minister could bear even a parting GID.
BY such consolation as was his now.
= group outside waited long. till the l
tner's heart could bear the suspense no 1F
ger: Softly opening the door, she saw
child she feared to lose sleeping calmly.
lie by her bedside, praying fsrventl1
1t the young minister.